Vachel Lindsay Quotes

They gore no more, they bellow no more, They trundle around the hills no more:— With the Blackfeet, lying low, With the Pawnees, lying low, Lying low.

The flower-fed buffalos of the spring In the days of long ago, Ranged where the locomotives sing And the prairie flowers lie low.

It is portentous, and a thing of state That here at midnight, in our little town A mourning figure walks, and will not rest, Near the old courthouse pacing up and down.

Mumbo-Jumbo is dead in the jungle.

Then I saw the Congo, creeping through the black, Cutting through the forest with a golden track.

Booth died blind and still by faith he trod, Eyes still dazzled by the ways of God.